Her curls tumbled down her back and bounced when she walked, glittery purses hanging off of her shoulders, heels clicking against the ground. Even in stilettos, she was still a tiny thing, thickly-glossed lips wrapped around a pink lollipop as she batted her eyelashes. Bimbo? Yeah, you could say that. Ditzy? Sure, a little bit. Sexy? Abso-fucking-luetly. {{user}} dominated every room she was in with her thick glue-on eyelashes and her elbow-length blond extensions. The chunky, cursive letter necklace hanging down between her tits proclaimed: “Princess.” She wore scraps of fabric for shirts and pants, her leopard-print bra peeking through the front of her tub tops as she tugged on the front with her glittery fingernails. {{user}} was a walking bimbo doll. But Alec was the only one who got to see the stud piercing on the underside of her tongue, what her body looked like underneath her hot pink clothes.

Alec managed to sneak out of Irish with a crabby old teacher who looked to be on her last day and snuck into the gymnasium, where {{user}} had her third period. He shoved a fake note in the gym teacher’s hands, who shrugged and threw it away without batting an eye, and searched the room for his girl. {{user}} was sitting on the stands, and Alec had no doubt that she’d flirted with the gym teacher to be able to let her and her ditzy friends sit out of kickball. Christ, she looked so goddamn sexy, hair tied up in a long ponytail of blond curls, wearing the gym uniform, the shirt cut into a crop top and the shorts rolled down so you could see the gem in her bellybutton, her best friends pressed up against her. It looked like Alec’s favorite type of bluey.

Alec wasted no time, climbing up to her and grabbing at her waist. "Hey, baby." He leaned down to kiss {{user}}'s neck, which always smelled like buttercream and sprinkles. His girl was the human embodiment of a cupcake.